Sif/Loki Fic: Two of Kind part 6
Rating: Teenage, adult
Fandom: Thor (2011), Sif/Loki
Pairing/Characters: Sif/Loki, Frigg, Thor, Warriors Three
Genre: Romance, angst
Status: Finished story, 6th chapter out of 11+epilogue
Summary: Sometimes, a moment in the past of two peoples can impact on their life, long after it had happened.
Background: The story is placed after the first Thor movie and after the (future) Avengers movie.
Part 6: There’s a price to be free
She came regularly after that. By a silent mutual agreement, neither of them talked again of that day. It was evident that it was a wound for each, a long forgotten wound, festered beyond healing...
Loki had come to crave those few moments with her. He was still having trouble believing what was happening. Of course, Sif never said she loved him, but she was here, with him, talking to him. She had even laughed when he had said she was wasting her time with him... At first, she had been tense, believing he was referring to her trying to find out his secret. Seeing this, he had quickly dispersed her doubt, stating that he was afraid she would end up bored in this gray corridor, speaking to a sombre prisoner...
At that she had laughed a warm laugh and his heart tightened. Then she had said, with a half-smile on her exquisite lips, ‘I cannot be bored with you around, Loki Silvertongue. I have never been.’
Sif was carefully avoiding speaking about Thor or of any subject too close to his brother. And he was glad of it, but he could not stop worrying. His whole body would tense from time to time when listening to her. Was it a trap? Would his brother come here and take her away, laughing at his pain? In those moments, he would look at her, at the way she spoke to him, the way she answered or simply smiled. He couldn’t bring himself to believe she was lying to him. She had never been that way. He would then sigh and smile, a little sadly. Sometimes Sif would notice, her look becoming interrogative, and he would then try to find an explanation... And she would accept it, and he would see her looking away, knowing he had just lied to her. It was painful, for each lie he was telling her was like a wound, he could see it on her face. But he couldn’t find the courage to tell her how afraid he was to lose her... That it was but a dream, an illusion.
There was another, positive, aspect to these visits. The surveillance around his cell had relaxed slightly. And Loki wondered; was it a plot to test him? His desire to escape was still there, but each time Sif was around, this same desire was drowned by his need of her. And he was stalling the time when he would escape.
For a brief moment, he entertained the idea of taking her with him, but he knew she would never betray Asgard, the King and Queen and his brother. He did not want to hear her say so, knowing that it would hurt him. But when he wasn’t careful enough, his mind would imagine the moment, of Sif fleeing with him to another world... And this image would inevitably break his heart, for he knew it would never happen.
As time passed by, he saw with interest the level of security slowly decrease. A part of that was certainly due to Sif’s own presence; the guards were always more relaxed when she was around. She was a formidable warrior and he wasn’t sure he could defeat her without getting out unscathed or even alive. It wasn’t a thought he liked much, to have to kill or hurt her to escape, or simply to fight her. He was sure she would be disappointed when she realized he was gone. He had accepted the idea that, at least, she had become friendly with him.
He had made up his mind though and, one morning before the changing of the guards, he acted; small magic, a few illusions and mostly the fact that the guards were tired. Sweet talk had always been a great asset for this kind of endeavour. Once out of the corridor, he allowed himself a small smile.
Which froze the moment he felt the point of a sword in the back of his neck. He stopped and slightly spread his arms to show he was unarmed. Somewhere, he hoped the fact that he had escaped without hurting anyone would slow the hand of his unknown attacker.
‘And here I was thinking you would not betray my trust in you’ Sif’s voice came as cold as steel.
His whole body tensed and a chill coursed through his veins. ‘My... Lady...’
Her answer cut him, and the sword pricked his skin, ‘Shut up, Liar.’ She shoved him aside so that they could see each other, her sword still at his throat, ‘Go back to your cell, Betrayer.’
Her voice was dripping with contempt and it struck him hard. But what else could he imagine? That she would gladly see him escape while under her guard? ‘Your insults are telling me that I have indeed hurt your ego, Sif.’ He scorned her.
She did not answer; she just pushed him away, back to the cell. He resisted and he felt the sword bite his skin. ‘I said back!’
He felt blood trickling slowly from the cut at his neck. She wasn’t jesting; her face was as expressionless as her voice now. The warrior was out and after him.
A fleeting idea of fighting her passed through his head. She hustled him, harder than before, ‘Don’t even think about it, Betrayer.’
He smirked, ‘I would almost believe you can see what I am thinking...’
Her eyes were unblinking, wide and cold. ‘That is the last thing I would like in the world, Liar. I would feel soiled by what I would find...’
Her words were painful to hear. His heart was falling to pieces... And he was again berating himself for getting caught up in past emotions.
He was still not moving and she pushed the sword deeper, but the pain in his heart was stronger than the one at his throat. He sneered, ‘You would only see my desire for escape... Did you really think I would stay here? In this gray cell, slowly dying of boredom?’
She did not answer. She pushed again and this time, he gave in. Slowly, they moved back to his cell. She shoved him inside with a grunt and, while leaving, touched something on the exterior wall. He turned immediately and saw another barrier appear in front of the force-wall.
‘I don’t know how you did get out... And I don’t want to hear any of your lies, so you can keep them to yourself.’ She stared at him, hard, still cold and expressionless, only violence visible. ‘But you will find this harder now...’ Gesturing to the new barrier she added, ‘This is a ward and has been made specifically against Jotun enemies.’ Her smile was like a knife’s blade, ‘I am pretty sure you will appreciate the attention...’
She made to leave when he spoke, ‘I will try again to escape. I won’t stay here...’
She did not turn to answer, ‘Then we will fight.’
His voice was bitter when he said, ‘Then one of us will die....’
She shrugged, still with her back to him, ‘It is your choice.’
He wanted to scream at her, to make her understand he never had any choice in the matter... He only said, ‘Really, what were you hoping for, Sif?’
She turned then, ‘Your mother was hoping for you to come back to your family...’ She swallowed, and he finally saw the first crack in her mask, ‘And I... I was believing...’ She did not finish. She just looked at him, grief written all over her face. Then she closed herself off and left.
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‘Do you realize what you have done, my son?’ Frigg was angry and desperate.
Loki was seated in his cell, barely moving. Only his eyes seemed alive. His voice was toneless when he answered her, ‘Betrayed my beloved family? Asgard? My brother? I don’t know; there are too many people feeling betrayed by my actions...’ He stood wearily and added, ‘What were you expecting me to do, mother? Become again the good little prince everyone wanted me to be? But I never have been this good little prince... Never!’
She sighed with exasperation, ‘You did not even try...’
‘But why would I! I am a Jotun! Who would trust me now? Who would give me a chance?’
She glared at him, ‘I would have, your brother too... And Sif. She had given you this chance.’
He closed his eyes at her name... He asked in a small voice, ‘How is she?’
Frigg wanted to snap at him, but knew better, for he would lock himself away again. ‘She’s sparing with the Warrior Three, she seems...’
‘Unhappy...’ Loki’s voice was muffled by grief.
‘If you know that, why did you do it?’ He looked at her, and Frigg saw the pain and the rage there.
‘Because I won’t stay all my life in here, I will not end my life as a prisoner.’ He continued, ‘And she would never have been... happy... You know it as well as I.’ A shuddering breath, ‘Not that she was in love with me, anyway...’
Frigg approached the barrier, ‘Loki...’
He shook his head, ‘Leave me, mother. There’s nothing more to be said.’ He went back to sit in his cell, not looking at her.
Frigg sighed again, a weight on her maternal heart. She could do nothing more and she would not send Sif again. She had seen her face, the pain and betrayal written there. She had tried and she had failed. Her back straight with her own pain, the Queen of Asgard went slowly back to her apartment, grieving for her son.
Fandom: Thor (2011), Sif/Loki
Pairing/Characters: Sif/Loki, Frigg, Thor, Warriors Three
Genre: Romance, angst
Status: Finished story, 6th chapter out of 11+epilogue
Summary: Sometimes, a moment in the past of two peoples can impact on their life, long after it had happened.
Background: The story is placed after the first Thor movie and after the (future) Avengers movie.
Part 6: There’s a price to be free
She came regularly after that. By a silent mutual agreement, neither of them talked again of that day. It was evident that it was a wound for each, a long forgotten wound, festered beyond healing...
Loki had come to crave those few moments with her. He was still having trouble believing what was happening. Of course, Sif never said she loved him, but she was here, with him, talking to him. She had even laughed when he had said she was wasting her time with him... At first, she had been tense, believing he was referring to her trying to find out his secret. Seeing this, he had quickly dispersed her doubt, stating that he was afraid she would end up bored in this gray corridor, speaking to a sombre prisoner...
At that she had laughed a warm laugh and his heart tightened. Then she had said, with a half-smile on her exquisite lips, ‘I cannot be bored with you around, Loki Silvertongue. I have never been.’
Sif was carefully avoiding speaking about Thor or of any subject too close to his brother. And he was glad of it, but he could not stop worrying. His whole body would tense from time to time when listening to her. Was it a trap? Would his brother come here and take her away, laughing at his pain? In those moments, he would look at her, at the way she spoke to him, the way she answered or simply smiled. He couldn’t bring himself to believe she was lying to him. She had never been that way. He would then sigh and smile, a little sadly. Sometimes Sif would notice, her look becoming interrogative, and he would then try to find an explanation... And she would accept it, and he would see her looking away, knowing he had just lied to her. It was painful, for each lie he was telling her was like a wound, he could see it on her face. But he couldn’t find the courage to tell her how afraid he was to lose her... That it was but a dream, an illusion.
There was another, positive, aspect to these visits. The surveillance around his cell had relaxed slightly. And Loki wondered; was it a plot to test him? His desire to escape was still there, but each time Sif was around, this same desire was drowned by his need of her. And he was stalling the time when he would escape.
For a brief moment, he entertained the idea of taking her with him, but he knew she would never betray Asgard, the King and Queen and his brother. He did not want to hear her say so, knowing that it would hurt him. But when he wasn’t careful enough, his mind would imagine the moment, of Sif fleeing with him to another world... And this image would inevitably break his heart, for he knew it would never happen.
As time passed by, he saw with interest the level of security slowly decrease. A part of that was certainly due to Sif’s own presence; the guards were always more relaxed when she was around. She was a formidable warrior and he wasn’t sure he could defeat her without getting out unscathed or even alive. It wasn’t a thought he liked much, to have to kill or hurt her to escape, or simply to fight her. He was sure she would be disappointed when she realized he was gone. He had accepted the idea that, at least, she had become friendly with him.
He had made up his mind though and, one morning before the changing of the guards, he acted; small magic, a few illusions and mostly the fact that the guards were tired. Sweet talk had always been a great asset for this kind of endeavour. Once out of the corridor, he allowed himself a small smile.
Which froze the moment he felt the point of a sword in the back of his neck. He stopped and slightly spread his arms to show he was unarmed. Somewhere, he hoped the fact that he had escaped without hurting anyone would slow the hand of his unknown attacker.
‘And here I was thinking you would not betray my trust in you’ Sif’s voice came as cold as steel.
His whole body tensed and a chill coursed through his veins. ‘My... Lady...’
Her answer cut him, and the sword pricked his skin, ‘Shut up, Liar.’ She shoved him aside so that they could see each other, her sword still at his throat, ‘Go back to your cell, Betrayer.’
Her voice was dripping with contempt and it struck him hard. But what else could he imagine? That she would gladly see him escape while under her guard? ‘Your insults are telling me that I have indeed hurt your ego, Sif.’ He scorned her.
She did not answer; she just pushed him away, back to the cell. He resisted and he felt the sword bite his skin. ‘I said back!’
He felt blood trickling slowly from the cut at his neck. She wasn’t jesting; her face was as expressionless as her voice now. The warrior was out and after him.
A fleeting idea of fighting her passed through his head. She hustled him, harder than before, ‘Don’t even think about it, Betrayer.’
He smirked, ‘I would almost believe you can see what I am thinking...’
Her eyes were unblinking, wide and cold. ‘That is the last thing I would like in the world, Liar. I would feel soiled by what I would find...’
Her words were painful to hear. His heart was falling to pieces... And he was again berating himself for getting caught up in past emotions.
He was still not moving and she pushed the sword deeper, but the pain in his heart was stronger than the one at his throat. He sneered, ‘You would only see my desire for escape... Did you really think I would stay here? In this gray cell, slowly dying of boredom?’
She did not answer. She pushed again and this time, he gave in. Slowly, they moved back to his cell. She shoved him inside with a grunt and, while leaving, touched something on the exterior wall. He turned immediately and saw another barrier appear in front of the force-wall.
‘I don’t know how you did get out... And I don’t want to hear any of your lies, so you can keep them to yourself.’ She stared at him, hard, still cold and expressionless, only violence visible. ‘But you will find this harder now...’ Gesturing to the new barrier she added, ‘This is a ward and has been made specifically against Jotun enemies.’ Her smile was like a knife’s blade, ‘I am pretty sure you will appreciate the attention...’
She made to leave when he spoke, ‘I will try again to escape. I won’t stay here...’
She did not turn to answer, ‘Then we will fight.’
His voice was bitter when he said, ‘Then one of us will die....’
She shrugged, still with her back to him, ‘It is your choice.’
He wanted to scream at her, to make her understand he never had any choice in the matter... He only said, ‘Really, what were you hoping for, Sif?’
She turned then, ‘Your mother was hoping for you to come back to your family...’ She swallowed, and he finally saw the first crack in her mask, ‘And I... I was believing...’ She did not finish. She just looked at him, grief written all over her face. Then she closed herself off and left.
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‘Do you realize what you have done, my son?’ Frigg was angry and desperate.
Loki was seated in his cell, barely moving. Only his eyes seemed alive. His voice was toneless when he answered her, ‘Betrayed my beloved family? Asgard? My brother? I don’t know; there are too many people feeling betrayed by my actions...’ He stood wearily and added, ‘What were you expecting me to do, mother? Become again the good little prince everyone wanted me to be? But I never have been this good little prince... Never!’
She sighed with exasperation, ‘You did not even try...’
‘But why would I! I am a Jotun! Who would trust me now? Who would give me a chance?’
She glared at him, ‘I would have, your brother too... And Sif. She had given you this chance.’
He closed his eyes at her name... He asked in a small voice, ‘How is she?’
Frigg wanted to snap at him, but knew better, for he would lock himself away again. ‘She’s sparing with the Warrior Three, she seems...’
‘Unhappy...’ Loki’s voice was muffled by grief.
‘If you know that, why did you do it?’ He looked at her, and Frigg saw the pain and the rage there.
‘Because I won’t stay all my life in here, I will not end my life as a prisoner.’ He continued, ‘And she would never have been... happy... You know it as well as I.’ A shuddering breath, ‘Not that she was in love with me, anyway...’
Frigg approached the barrier, ‘Loki...’
He shook his head, ‘Leave me, mother. There’s nothing more to be said.’ He went back to sit in his cell, not looking at her.
Frigg sighed again, a weight on her maternal heart. She could do nothing more and she would not send Sif again. She had seen her face, the pain and betrayal written there. She had tried and she had failed. Her back straight with her own pain, the Queen of Asgard went slowly back to her apartment, grieving for her son.